The Heat of Passionate Spirits
In her eyes from across the room
our glances make a spark,
the magic in our eyes, unmistakable.
Upon a brief exchange of chance, something more leads us away from who we are, to a
chemistry unspoken. The magic between us continues through the night as we softly
tear down the walls of inhibition. The booth cradles us through obscurity as the wine with
gentle sips warms our emotions. Time does not exist, enchanted minutes and hours
become eternities. Smiles and soft caresses of her arm, she lightly plays
with her hair...each touch sparks our souls and pull us closer to the truth. We are not
making it out of this perfect night untouched. To a small back room alone holding hands,
lovers stop abrupt. Slowly and passionately a gentle embrace lead slowly to
the light touch of lips. The moment engulfs the now with fervours magnitude.
The passion burns our shadows on the wall with volcanic lust, the paint
sweats like rain. The flowers bloom fills the room with sweet celestial heat as the love in our
hearts race to warm culmination. A perspirant palm print slams, leaving behind
the fingerprints of our flames. Trembling love exchanges with eyes agaze with no cares of
what's to come. The magic in our eyes at this moment would never come undone.
Copyright © J Clinton Smith | Year Posted 2010
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